He might be going to another school **** him, **** the school with an actual application, He's smarter than me, for sure. But can't we be together forever?
If I'm going to a good university on a scholarship, Instead of a ****** cheap college, I'm going to need good grades Where the **** am I going to get those? My parents can't afford school funds They spend ten grand on renovations But now they don't have anything for our educations Wow, thanks Mom.
I rubbed globs of Vix into the bridge of my nose this morning It burns a bit, makes my eyes water But it feels good
Am I suicidal because of that? I don't think so, I don't ever want to die I don't like pain, either, which rules out a lot of suicide methods Unless you think Vix is super painful. I don't.
But I'm fat, stupid and ****** And if I got a %50 on a math test The girls in my class talk about it behind my back And laugh, even wondering "How did she even get into eighth grade?"
My best friend told me about that, which I'm grateful for, But I forgot to ask if she'd stood up for me. I bet she didn't, she probably laughed with them Because she's got a nice, cozy spot in the Populars. Who wants to risk that?
I want to find my portable CD player It's been missing for months, but I'll just borrow my sisters and go for a walk. I'll need to put on a shirt first.
I found my diary from when I was thirteen, and adapted it into a poem. It sure shows teenagerhood.